*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
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*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
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*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
He chuckles. "I don't really care for coin, it's the excitement of killing for me. Just the way someone gurgles when you cut their throat, they way they scream as you slowly cut them." He shivers. "The best feeling in the world."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
He chuckles. "I don't really care for coin, it's the excitement of killing for me. Just the way someone gurgles when you cut their throat, they way they scream as you slowly cut them." He shivers. "The best feeling in the world."
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
He chuckles. "I don't really care for coin, it's the excitement of killing for me. Just the way someone gurgles when you cut their throat, they way they scream as you slowly cut them." He shivers. "The best feeling in the world."
"Ah, you're sadistic?"
"I guess you could say that. Although I don't 'get off' from it, it is just extremely satisfying to me."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
He chuckles. "I don't really care for coin, it's the excitement of killing for me. Just the way someone gurgles when you cut their throat, they way they scream as you slowly cut them." He shivers. "The best feeling in the world."
"Ah, you're sadistic?"
"I guess you could say that. Although I don't 'get off' from it, it is just extremely satisfying to me."
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
He chuckles. "I don't really care for coin, it's the excitement of killing for me. Just the way someone gurgles when you cut their throat, they way they scream as you slowly cut them." He shivers. "The best feeling in the world."
"Ah, you're sadistic?"
"I guess you could say that. Although I don't 'get off' from it, it is just extremely satisfying to me."
"Yeah, i understand that pretty well."
"So, since I told you mine, what's your story?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
He chuckles. "I don't really care for coin, it's the excitement of killing for me. Just the way someone gurgles when you cut their throat, they way they scream as you slowly cut them." He shivers. "The best feeling in the world."
"Ah, you're sadistic?"
"I guess you could say that. Although I don't 'get off' from it, it is just extremely satisfying to me."
"Yeah, i understand that pretty well."
"So, since I told you mine, what's your story?"
"I'm just a normal person. Got betrayed, got magical powers, killed the person who betrayed me, became an assassin."
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
He chuckles. "I don't really care for coin, it's the excitement of killing for me. Just the way someone gurgles when you cut their throat, they way they scream as you slowly cut them." He shivers. "The best feeling in the world."
"Ah, you're sadistic?"
"I guess you could say that. Although I don't 'get off' from it, it is just extremely satisfying to me."
"Yeah, i understand that pretty well."
"So, since I told you mine, what's your story?"
"I'm just a normal person. Got betrayed, got magical powers, killed the person who betrayed me, became an assassin."
"Ah, yes, a great backstory for any assassin."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
He chuckles. "I don't really care for coin, it's the excitement of killing for me. Just the way someone gurgles when you cut their throat, they way they scream as you slowly cut them." He shivers. "The best feeling in the world."
"Ah, you're sadistic?"
"I guess you could say that. Although I don't 'get off' from it, it is just extremely satisfying to me."
"Yeah, i understand that pretty well."
"So, since I told you mine, what's your story?"
"I'm just a normal person. Got betrayed, got magical powers, killed the person who betrayed me, became an assassin."
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
He chuckles. "I don't really care for coin, it's the excitement of killing for me. Just the way someone gurgles when you cut their throat, they way they scream as you slowly cut them." He shivers. "The best feeling in the world."
"Ah, you're sadistic?"
"I guess you could say that. Although I don't 'get off' from it, it is just extremely satisfying to me."
"Yeah, i understand that pretty well."
"So, since I told you mine, what's your story?"
"I'm just a normal person. Got betrayed, got magical powers, killed the person who betrayed me, became an assassin."
"Ah, yes, a great backstory for any assassin."
"I guess so"
"Did we ever tell our names?"
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*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
He chuckles. "I don't really care for coin, it's the excitement of killing for me. Just the way someone gurgles when you cut their throat, they way they scream as you slowly cut them." He shivers. "The best feeling in the world."
"Ah, you're sadistic?"
"I guess you could say that. Although I don't 'get off' from it, it is just extremely satisfying to me."
"Yeah, i understand that pretty well."
"So, since I told you mine, what's your story?"
"I'm just a normal person. Got betrayed, got magical powers, killed the person who betrayed me, became an assassin."
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
He chuckles. "I don't really care for coin, it's the excitement of killing for me. Just the way someone gurgles when you cut their throat, they way they scream as you slowly cut them." He shivers. "The best feeling in the world."
"Ah, you're sadistic?"
"I guess you could say that. Although I don't 'get off' from it, it is just extremely satisfying to me."
"Yeah, i understand that pretty well."
"So, since I told you mine, what's your story?"
"I'm just a normal person. Got betrayed, got magical powers, killed the person who betrayed me, became an assassin."
"Ah, yes, a great backstory for any assassin."
"I guess so"
"Did we ever tell our names?"
"Nope. I'm Nija,"
"I'm Jack. I actually doubt you have heard of me, because I only arrived in this region a few days ago."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Hmmm, yeah, I think I'll put him in here. Time to channel my inner edgelord.*
A 5'10 guy walks in. He wears black bandages making a sort of long-sleeved crop top, and a pair of simple black pants, and some simple black shoes. He has on a white mask with a simple smile and squinted eye holes. Around both of his arms is one really long chain, with a hook at the right end, and a dagger blade at the other. His hair is deep black and really messy.
*That was easier than I thought it would be to describe him. huh.*
As he walks to the bar, he snaps his fingers and the chains dissipate, then reforms as a small chain choker on his neck.
Nija hanges from the cieling, "HI!"
He slowly looks up, then moves his mask so it covered the left side of his head. His face had a very insane-but-kinda-friendly vibe, and his irises were black. *I specify irises so that you don't imagine his eyes as entirely black.*
He smiles. "Hey there!"
"You look fun," they offer a handshake
He returns it. "Good, I'm glad someone thinks so."
Nija smiles, teleporting back down to the floor, "So what's your story?"
"You want the boo-hoo depressing version, or my version?"
"Your version. Sob stories are boring."
"Agreed. I was a child acrobat in a circus, and a group of fun people helped me realize my love for killing, so now I'm an assassin."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
"Assassin."
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
He chuckles. "I don't really care for coin, it's the excitement of killing for me. Just the way someone gurgles when you cut their throat, they way they scream as you slowly cut them." He shivers. "The best feeling in the world."
"Ah, you're sadistic?"
"I guess you could say that. Although I don't 'get off' from it, it is just extremely satisfying to me."
"Yeah, i understand that pretty well."
"So, since I told you mine, what's your story?"
"I'm just a normal person. Got betrayed, got magical powers, killed the person who betrayed me, became an assassin."
"Ah, yes, a great backstory for any assassin."
"I guess so"
"Did we ever tell our names?"
"Nope. I'm Nija,"
"I'm Jack. I actually doubt you have heard of me, because I only arrived in this region a few days ago."
"Oh cool, i'm one too."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Assassin, or child acrobat?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Assassin."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"That's nice, any good stories?" He walks over to the bar and sits down, patting a seat next to him.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Nija teleports into the seat, "I've killed a couple nobles."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Really? That's amazing! I could never hope to kill a few nobles!" His voice was dripping in sarcasm, but in a joking way.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"You could flat a boat on the blood i've spilled. Nobles just have more guards. Their swords sell for some good coin."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He chuckles. "I don't really care for coin, it's the excitement of killing for me. Just the way someone gurgles when you cut their throat, they way they scream as you slowly cut them." He shivers. "The best feeling in the world."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Ah, you're sadistic?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"I guess you could say that. Although I don't 'get off' from it, it is just extremely satisfying to me."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Yeah, i understand that pretty well."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"So, since I told you mine, what's your story?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*GTG for lunch, brb.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I'm just a normal person. Got betrayed, got magical powers, killed the person who betrayed me, became an assassin."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Ah, yes, a great backstory for any assassin."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I guess so"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Did we ever tell our names?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Nope. I'm Nija,"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"I'm Jack. I actually doubt you have heard of me, because I only arrived in this region a few days ago."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"You are correct."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND